Rose Longworth Counseling

Leprechaun and the Key

Posted on August 7, 2017 by rlongwort

She, Mariah, knew that he, Uisneach, had a plan but as usual she did not know the time or the hour. She was out at the line folding the bedclothes when he came by. He took the four corners of the quilt she was folding, She has spent a long time proudly putting it together.

The quilt

The quilt started to billow and he started to rise into the deep blue sky. She knew he was going, she just could not believe he would be taking her sewing project with him.

She immediately knelt down to pray to get the quilt back but after some time she gave up, as no amount of beseeching, pleading or ordering helped. Even her favorite prayer did not work “ Bring back, I beseech thee Oh Lord, my quilt into my heart…”

Other prayers she liked

She was on her own for a few weeks and was immediately confronted by locked doors. She forgot to bring the key with her three times in all. As a symbol she wondered what she was dealing with. One of the pears she got, free offering, from a magnificent pear tree nearby, rolled out of her arms two times, coming to rest on the same spot on the ground both times and she wondered how that connected to the key problems.

Many doors

The little blue door

She found herself complaining to one of her sisters and felt very awkward and nasty as she did so, but unable to stop herself. She could see herself technically opening and closing her mouth, the sounds far away. She hoped she would be locked out of doing that again. She hoped she would be locked out of her old self, that always came to rest in the same place, complaining and going over, old “not in the moment” stuff.

The pear rolled into the same place on the floor twice.

When she was finally back in the house she had to make up her bed without her favorite quilt. She found an ugly shrunk sheet, and had to be satisfied with that.

Shrunk quilt

That night she had fitful sleep and in her dream she was lured through a door into the room of the plates. The plates were demanding, telling her stories, gossiping, complaining, in bad tempers, broken, plates high and mighty on the walls and all at the same time. The noise was deafening. It woke her up.

Druid Bernie’s Plate

More mushrooms lined up

In a later dream she had a big long conversation with the plate that used to be part of the druid Bernie’s household. The plate claimed to read his mind when he was eating off her surface. She was a little in love with his beautiful face and always knew when he was distracted by other women. He was a celibate man and she had to show him visions on herself of his holy mission to bring him back to his calling. He usually cleaned off his plate of the porridge and greens and other fare before she could get his attention.

Mariah woke up early and wandered into the kitchen and heard her neighbor’s dog crying for its owner who was on some pilgrimage of her own to the beach. She wanted to walk out in the moonlight and console the dog but he did not want her. He was having a fitful night too as he cried and slept in turn.

The sun is up

She resolved to stay up as the light was brightening the morning sky. Later she saw vultures circling in the updraft and the wind was blowing them over her way. She loved to see the big birds in flight above and one came directly over her head where she saw the underneath of its wing flash bright as it caught the sunlight coming up. He moved in a slow rhythmic way away from her after she thanked the bird for coming directly overhead. He was soon joined by twenty four others that circled and moved with the wind toward the south east. When they went out of sight she put her mind to the days chores.

The end.

Morning meditation candle

The next morning Rose woke up in a low mood to go with the weather, which included frequent downpours. She knew her roof had started some leaks after the last storm. She was waiting on a quote from a roofer, who was busy. She was caring for her neighbor’s cats and went there after Qi Gong exercises. She fitted in a short meditation before ten o’clock, lighting some white sage and a candle. It was 11.30 before she finished breakfast and sat down to write. She planned to get some more watercolors including sage green, and ultramarine blue. She might go for a swim and when the sun came out she photographed flowers, mushrooms and the lovely wall where she parked her bike. She also edited a poem below about her visit to Cleveland. It describes some thoughts after a meditation and a reaction to three huge bronze statues in the Contessa Gallery.

Morning sun in Harrisonburg

mushrooms near the wall

Morning glories

In Cleveland on 8^th July 2017.

The goose with her seven feathered goslings walks across the road stopping the traffic

The pine tree talks to me

Everyone you meet completes you

Welome them

The sun is up

The blue and the green pour down in ripples

The Contessa Gallery

The three bronze kneeling statues

Fill the room

arrest me into a deep breath

drops me down

A radiance pours forth from their knees

Stops my traffic

And if you have a mind to find the key to some of your dreams and understand what is standing behind the door of the unconscious for you, be sure to come to my front room and we can pull away and see your path to your interior castle.

Love from Rose.

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Welcoming Love

Posted on August 2, 2017 by rlongwort

Joe, my live in partner, is on a trip with the Earthkeepers. He writes from Peru

“Today we visited a moon temple in Killarumyoc and had the eagle/condor union ceremony. It was very moving. The Canadian chief’s son broke down and cried when he tried to sing a song. Then, amazingly, a condor circled overhead. They are endangered specie. At the next site in Moray the condor appeared again, way outside its normal range. Our guide who is an Inca shaman was amazed himself. Tomorrow we go to Ollantaytambo where the megalithic walls are ubiquitous. This land was called Og, a place where Atlanteans fled before the flood and these sites reflect the beautiful spirituality and technology they possessed.”

I am helping with Joe’s business, while he is away. I had a lovely time with his clients, who came to benefit from tachyon technologies, through having a time in the Tachyon Chamber and using the Laser.

I stayed over in Waynesboro and had a dream as follows:

I am laying on the Tachyon Chamber with my partner Joe on right side and another man on the other side. This other man is healing my stomach and is removing something very heavy. On his third blast of healing, he sinks down off the chamber on to the ground and then Joe reaches under me and under him and brings him back up again. I was amazed with this dream as it happened while I was in the chamber.

My Family

About forty years ago I was left in charge of my two nieces and nephew, while the parents went out for the night. When the parents came back, the third child immediately put her two arms up into the air, welcoming her parents back and asking to be lifted up.

I cannot remember if she was taken up immediately but the image of her in her black corkscrew curls and little red dress with white bib has remained with me over the years. She was only six months old, not yet mobile to move from her spot on a blanket. At poetry group recently my friend, another Rose, suggested that raising our arms to God, physically, is a good idea because no Father can resist that plea to be lifted up.

Hands in the air

Morning glories and four o’clocks at my house

Poem

I Cannot Loose for Love

She sucked in her belly

To make room for the round

Blue ball and said

I cannot loose for Love

I suck in

To make room for the sun and moon and stars

To shine through my eyes

I cannot loose for Love

I can loose the boundary

I can loose the tea set

I can loose the argument

I can loose the fight

But I cannot loose for love

Love drops

Into the deepest spots

To syphon up

I cannot loose for love.

The sun is up

The end.

The Quilt – Artwork by Justin McNamara

He is spending time with sister Miriam

I hope he gets what he is looking for

Going to Iraq

My son leaves for Iraq mid month. I love the connection with him and wept on my way home from his Airport departure, appreciating that he is someone on this earth that loves me. May he find all that he needs in his new assignments! I know that I cannot loose for this love.

Drummer goes to Iraq – sketched at one of his concerts at JMU

I have returned to regular counseling work on Tuesday at the Center for Marriage and Family Counseling. I will be available other days for work with dreams at my home office. I will of course continue to write. I hope you will consider the unconscious elements in your life, which come through in your dreams, to make you whole. My unconscious is telling me there is some healing afoot and that I am connecting positively with my own masculine energies, and those same energies are working together, helping each other within me. Contact me through this site if you wish to follow up with me. I will welcome such contact with open arms. Love Rose.

Seven minute mandala. He/she has one ear high up on the head.

Love from Rose

Self portraits can be fun

Posted in dreams, Mandalas, poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged dreams, Earthkeepers, Love, Peru, Tachyon Chamber, travel, Watercolors | 3 Comments

Beating the Ears, Hands at the Heart

Posted on July 26, 2017 by rlongwort

Artwork by Rose of river in Timberville

Small Boy at the River.

Recently, while I swam near Riven Rock Park, a little boy, just shy of three years, went walking up the gurgling riverbed with both his parents, leaving us at the swimming hole with his grandmother. He was out in front of his parents and he went up a path to the left and circled around to where his grandmother was sitting in the sunshine. When he walked back into our area, he leaned forward with his arms pushed back near his sides, questioning, “do you have mom?” We laughed as we saw her in the distance coming back down the riverbed. She was among the big pinkish stones in the river and on the bank. Impatient, determined, he started walking back the way he came to find her.

This swimming hole can be five feet deep in the center

As soon as the boy was directed to her advancing form up the river, he placed his two little hands at his heart center, with fingers pointing out in her direction, palms up. His whole demeanor changed to openness and love for his beloved lost mother. He climbed onto a huge big rock where his hands joined again at his heart, open to her. I would not have been surprised if the river started to flow out of his hands, so strong was his connection to her.

He made a high-pitched squeal in her direction. When she acknowledged him, he used both of his hands to beat the tops of his ears as he danced on the rock. I though I could see the detail of her face in the distance, reciprocating his love, red faced, guilty for having gone her own way, if only for five minutes. She was carrying something for him in her hands.

It was a great pleasure to see these interactions, between mother and small son. The mother bond with a son is very tight from the beginning, mother having produced something other than a replica of herself.

In the palm of her hand

A mother’s gradual letting go of him has to be deliberate so she does not scorch him with the telescope of her profound attention as he gets older and so she can let him fall into the energy of the father.

Singer

I recommend the little river boy’s way of greeting to you for those you love, with the hands held at the heart, sending out a stream of beloved energy. I also recommend the beating of your ear tops in delight. You will feel energy fly, and be lit up with light and joy for the other person.

I wonder if his ears are under the paper bag.

A recent dream of mine

I had a lovely dream about being with another family member. I was out in the sky with her and we were floating. I asked her to come and hold hands with me to make a square formation. My left hand on my right wrist and my right hand on her left wrist and on around until it forms a square with wrists and hands. It would cause us to land safely.

When I was at the Shensara Festival I was fishing for dreams in the river or in the meadow, and found both profitable places to trade stories with others. I told this dream of the hands to a few dreamers and they made the formation with me. We could feel the strength of the four hands together. They told me about their soul work and we looked at the dreams for the information from the unconscious that brings strength and safety to me and to fellow travelers doing soul work.

Seven minute mandala. He/she has one ear high up on the head.

If you want to do dream work, and form that four square of the unconscious in a safe way, let me know when we can meet. I will be happy to make an appointment with you to help with strength and connection and if you want to experiment with beating the tops of your ears, to see how it affects you, I will be happy to be a witness to that too, to experiment with you. The more we know about this energy as shown to us by the little child, the better.

Love from Rose

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Virgin Mother Mary

Posted on July 25, 2017 by rlongwort

One time after my mother called the opening Rosary prayer “Our Lord, May You Open our Lips” to which the rest of us should say “Oh Lord Make haste to help us.” One of my sisters, then grown, said “That he may close our lips again.” This brought up a little titter of laughter from someone which was followed by fall on the ground laughter. My father who was kneeling agains the soft armchair tried to stay above it all but he gave way to the mirth filled room. It took some time before my mother succeeded in restarting the Rosary again.

Rosary Beads

Every day the Rosary to the Virgin Mary was said at our house and it was a tradition that went back into the forgotten past. There were nuns and priest in the family and a Bishop Plunkett was said to have been killed by Cromwell’s army at the square in Drogheda, while calling out the Rosary to his five thousand parishioners. They were not armed except by prayer. He was canonized fairly recently by the Catholic Church.

I routinely ask people about their spiritual efforts in the course of asking for dreams. A woman of christian orientation, told me of how she uses the “Hail Mary” mantra to calm herself when she takes her grown daughter to the airport to go to Europe. She would say the whole prayer “hundreds of times” as a way to relieve her anxiety and bless her daughter.

Plates given by “Moddy” to my parents at their wedding.

My great-grandmother “Moddy” said this “Hail Mary” mantra all her life in the form of Rosary. She was married to a Plunkett, closely related to above saint. She became crippled at the age of sixty from “rheumatism.” She sat at the sweet smelling turf fire with her rosary beads, in a small cottage in the midlands of Ireland for thirty years. She had her great grandchildren recite the rosary with her. They stood at her knee, included in the aura of her love and prayers. When she was on her deathbed, her two sons, priests, stood beside her bed and she told them the Virgin Mary was standing at the end of the bed, filled with light. The hair rose a little on their heads as they paid attention to her and told the story to the family afterwards.

Church in Midlands in Ireland.

My sister Teresa, in England has a great devotion to Mary and prays the rosary every day, on her own or with her husband, who is a deacon in their church. She calls it the rosary walk, as they use the traditional call and response form of the prayer, while the walk together. She says the rosary is a great help to her when she had problems. She would stop and say a “decade” (ten Hail Mary’s) and after that she would be able to sort the problem out.

Teresa and Rose in Ireland recently

Mary, my sister, deceased, also had a great devotion to the Virgin Mary. She did some healing work and called on the Virgin for help when needed. After her death Mary communicated, via a dream, that Teresa’s devotion to Virgin Mary would benefit her family for generations to come.

Teresa found herself the care giver for my sister Mary twice in that last year of Mary’s life. Teresa told me that Mary told her of two apparitions she had of the Virgin Mary during her last illness. Mary was mobile still and went journeying to a retreat center in Glendalough in County Wicklow in Ireland, with Teresa. Afterwards they visited a pub, in Dublin, which had the delightful combination of food and music on offer, both of which Mary loved. This pub was also said to have been a church in the past. Mary told Teresa that she could see the Virgin in the glass. The Virgin Mary was holding out the “host” to her. Teresa got up to see better for herself, and reported not seeing the vision. Mary’s eyes were filled with tears.

A pub in Dublin with quotes from Oscar Wilde and Jonathan Swift.

The next time my sister Mary reported on a vision was at the home of her birth where she reported that my mother and her grandmother visited with her in spirit at the same time as the Virgin Mary came and gave her a “blue blanket.” The Virgin put the mantle around Mary and Mary reported on being greatly comforted by this.

A distant view of the top of the house.

I am now reciting this prayer in my meditaion for two reasons. The words include the womb, which is in the first chakra, sacrum area, which connects the body with spirit. The aim is to fill that area with holiness and light. And the words “Pray for us sinners” asks for help, for advice relating to spiritual know how. The Virgin Mary is known as the “Mother of God” and my mother went to the best and highest source for help. It brings a great peace to me, when felt through the body, as it is recited. My middle name is Marie, a derivation of the Mary name.

A representation of Virgin Mary

I went to a Yoga Festival(Samsara) in Luray this past weekend. I knew I was at the right festival when I got up early on Sunday Morning and sat in a nook on the Shenandoah River bank and did my meditation. The wide river did its magic with the sounds and with the flow so that I felt its waves go around and over me. It reminded me of Varanasi and the Ganges River where many come to the river to do cleansing and bathing rituals. I was invited in the course of this weekend to think of someone I did not know and to send peace to him or her. I thought of such a pilgrim at Varanasi doing ablutions and I sent him or her my prayers.

I am the one with my nose down and a white scarf on my head.

At the festival of lights in Vernasi, India

Rose is very happy in the River Bain in India

My prayer for you: May you go out into the dawn, before sunup, and get in contact with the circle of love in your heart.

Morning sunrise

May peace well up though you connecting your Solar Plexus and your Throat Chakra, joining the yellow and blue of them both.

Yellow for third chakra

May you dip deep to find patience in your second chakra, and may you open the door up to the violet heights of the crown chakra.

May you above all find understanding of all that comes your way and accept it as the boon it is, to the red circle of the sacrum and the indigo circle of Third Eye.

Love Peace Patience and Understanding be with you all for all that happens to you today.

Love from Rose

Self portraits can be fun

May you work on your dreams and integrate them with your spiritual life and your body. I will be happy to be the go-between of that bridge from one to the other. Love Peace Patience and Understand be with you. Rose

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The Leprechaun and her tea set.

Posted on July 20, 2017 by rlongwort

The cup and saucer

When Mariah went visiting her family, she was assigned a bed on a couch under the dish cabinet. She was tired that first night and was quickly asleep. When she woke up she caught sight of her mother’s china in the cabinet, as the little thin dainty handles stuck out into her view and the sides of the cups with their royal blue designs glinting in the moonlight, as she looked through the glass darkly. Who knows how they came to be in the family but she had a longing for them in the half dream. They seemed to be full of moonlight, streaming over the sides and onto her heart where she lay. She missed her mother. She then had a dream of dishes growing on the trees.

Soul Garden

Yellow kettle repurposed

The blue plate

She remembered her grandmother had taken care of her for the first year of her life, being a third child and no room in the other bedrooms for her. Grandmother doted on her, fed her and kept her warm through the cold of her first winter. She kept the fire going for her, in that far bedroom where she first smelled the warm smell of turf. She kept her warm with her body heat at night. She was also her Godchild and her grandmother had promised in the water ritual to take care of her soul while on the earth.

The purse and the strings

When Mariah got married to Uisneach, the grandmother wanted to give Mariah an inheritance but Mariah’s mother, who held the purse strings by then, vetoed this. However Mariah’s mother wrote a will in which she gave the china belonging to the grandmother to Mariah.

The will had words in it but the important thing is the drawing running down the center, where the flying saucer do not have her name on them for karmic reasons.

Over the intervening years the china changed hands a number of times and ended up in someone else’s cabinets. Her siblings had vowed to break the china rather than give it to Mariah. Having lost the love of her siblings, through some karmic issues, she did not quiet understand, she now wanted the china as a substitute. She knew this was useless and she returned home determined to forget the china forever. She blocked out the unkind works but as she rested on the way home she was crying. She fell asleep, as the journey was very long. In a dream, a stranger came on her, with the snail box eyes and sat with her.

The little woman pulled out cards and told her about her real inheritance being an ability to read Cards and to interpret dreams and showed her how both of these psychoanalytic modalities are only interested in wholeness for herself and others. She also said that if the china dishes were meant for her that angels would carry them to her even now. Indeed Mariah saw a table set there, right beside her, complete with the tea set. A great love poured out of that woman as she spoke to her.

The table was set with the cups full of the love of her grandmother.

They drank sweet ambrosia out of the cups, which seems all the sweeter for having grandmother’s kindness thrown into the bottom of the cups. This would never leave her. When it was time to clean up and to give the cups back to the angel waiting near by, Mariah decided she needed to cough up her envy and her jealousy and longing for love in all the wrong places. She felt she could fill the great River Euphrates with this stuff. The angel poured it out onto a waste place where it would not bother her or anyone else ever again. She decided the she would nurture the trees for the healing rather than the ones that grew cups and saucers.

The helpful angel got the tea set for her and made the tea.

With the swish of wings she woke up and felt refreshed with the only evidence of the visit from the woman with the snail box eyes being a MARI card lying there near her blanket where she slept. The card referenced her meditation and it was backed by a golden color, something that she interpreted as inviting into her future the spirit of love, growing in the light of gold.

She found her boat where she left it, ready to spirit her home.

She found her little boat and went swiftly home hoping that she would be in time for the concert she felt sure her Uisneach would be putting on that evening. When she arrived the band was in full swing and she danced the night away.

She had a fine supper on the dishes she did have and the food and drink were of the highest quality and best years. She slept very well that night well satisfied to be home again.

Druid Bernie’s Plate

The end

When Rose woke up the next morning, she had some errands to run, words to write, and food to cook. She noticed the plates she had placed all around her mirror in the dining room looked in need of a dusting and she lovingly cleaned them off. She was busy until the thunderstorm broke and she saw it as great way to cool off. She looked up into the sky, laughing at the beauty of the storm and the rain going sideways with leaves in tow. When she closed her mouth again she found a piece of ice stuck to the gum line against her front bottom eye tooth, like a gem. She did indeed cool off.

Sitting around the table

She remembered a dream in which she is sitting with a group around a table and they all take out their “implants” , from their teeth. The implants are black and red, very small, with disks on them, all different. She brags that she does not have an implant. This dream might take a little bit of mulling over.

Rose Mulling over the dreams

So if you do feel like singing a soul song, come sing with me. I love to work on what is gifted to us from the unconscious, especially through dreams. You can contact me through this site.

Love from Rose

Growing Down courses at EMU

Love from Rose

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Mandala Assessment Research Instrument – MARI

Posted on July 18, 2017 by rlongwort

The little blue door

I just came back from my final training in Cleveland Ohio for MARI Card readings. The Cards are a psychoanalytic tool to assess where a person is on the round of life, and the strength and the challenges of the current stages they fall within.

Because you pick the cards, and the colors to back them, they are entirely influenced by your unconscious and they bring up what needs attention to bring you to wholeness.

The cards are see through and a different color can be put behind each card to make many different combinations.. On the right and top are cards without color behind them. There are jewel tones of a color, e.g. red, a dark tone and a light tone which beings in different ways of reading the cards.

There are 39 cards and an array of colors that give many possibilities.

The cards have a guidance feature as well as a dislike card, which brings out what will be helpful and what is blocking.

Students studying MARI

I was in a class of about eight students and we looked at Mari Readings for about sixteen hours. It was wonderful to hear everyone’s input for their own patients and to hear our Workshop Leader, Jill Zikmund LPC pull the materials together and instruct us as we went along. Jill is truly a fish in the Mari Medium, and I felt I was swimming before the weekend was over.

I took to MARI Card reading like a duck to water

She encouraged me to do a reading for myself, in an intentional way. I was very happy that I have completed this process and am pleasantly surprised with what I found. The cards caution me not to put the wrong kind of energy into the beginning stages of my new business. If it has an overload of the wrong kind of energy, like a plant that is growing and getting too much manure or getting a too heavy handed digging, near the tender roots, this will not be helpful to me.

Pink tea roses at my house

Another card and color stumped me until I realized I would like to be recognized for what I have to offer. I am educated with a masters in counseling and I did a post masters class at EMU called “Growing Out Growing down” with Dr. Helen Benoit a couple of years ago.

Some of the other students

We learned a lot

The focus of this was psychoanalytic and took months to complete and was attended by 16 of my peers, mostly Licensed Professional Counselors. It was during this time I developed my Dream Leaflet.

Dream Leaflet Drawings

My training with the Mari Cards has been in my focus since early 2000s, precicely because it is a psychoanalytic tool. I completed a number of trainings, followed by practice completing a number of readings. This past year I have focused on supervision with Jill Zikmund LPC to gain my final certificate. This past two day training was offered by Jill, as a way to become immersed in the cards, with real practice time with practitioners in training, working with Mari Card readings for real clients. Most of the participants had training in Art Therapy.

Drinking brews

And yours truly

When I pulled a card to “make better” the color indicated that I continue with my “gentle healing work” through what I am doing.

The red is being held in the lower segments which represent the unconscious. The blue is making its way through cooling down the red. The little red seeds at base are many awaiting their planting. The green of the heart is represented at the area of struggle and coming into my own. The blue continues up through the whole mandala giving stability. The white in the unconscious are like lotus leaves and like containers with a holding quality.

This is the mandala that I drew. I will continue to integrate what I am learning, getting a sharpness in my cognitions, a softness in my feelings, a depth into my intuitions and an ability to see around the corners and into corners to clean out what needs to be moved.

Mandala I drew when I came home, reflected all of the colors I chose for my MARI reading, with the blue and green predominant.

I do hope you will consider dream work and a Mari Card Reading. Both are only concerned with making you whole and in both cases the material comes straight from your unconscious. Doing this work brings a consciousness to inner work and wholeness to the person working with their own unconscious materials.

I can be contacted through this site. I look forward to hearing from you.

Love from Rose.

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Leprechaun Lists

Posted on July 14, 2017 by rlongwort

Disclaimer for all the Leprechaun stories on this site. The characters developed bear no relation to anyone living or deceased. They are a figment of my imagination and are being used to bring out some points relating to relationship, and the other possibility of understanding the psyche. If it all makes you laugh, that is a great bonus. I hope you read and enjoy. Once in a while it makes me laugh.

What’s A little argument?

One day Mariah and Uisneach were arguing about what mattered. She thought that if he ate out of a saucepan and drank out of a bottle at every meal that that would be the worst. She threatened to throw out the contents of both, if she saw him doing that ever. Indeed she wildly slopped his drink into a pint jar,she found nearby to make her point. He felt she was going out the door, and should not have interfered, in a mean way, while he went about his task of having his meal and satisfying a great hunger after his day away.

I am hungry.

Later they went on a walk together and the argument went on as they pounded the ground and the air with feet and words.

Sitting with the grass

The boot

He hypothesized that if he wore a sandal and a shoe on different feet at the same time it mattered nothing in the grand scheme of things. She was intensely quiet and right, stoney, he a little too loud for her liking, like the crows. There were many doors along the way. What if their words went in through the door and stayed? It might be too much for everyone concerned, like having mad crows invade or dissatisfied stones coming in to stay in the corners because they could not walk out again.

A door of light

A blue door

A low door

Highup door

Old church door

When they got home he continues enunciating what is important and what is not and that her mad thoughts about food and clothes were minuscule in the great scheme of things.

She was lording it over him – She did not have a leg to stand on.

She huffed about not being heard and the relationship needing a certain gentility that suited her. He told her to make a list, that included all her rules and that would solve it all. The list idea danced above their heads as they both took swipes at it in turn. They parted company, him to his study of finding gold and she to her inner search for golden light.

Ready to play games.

Later when he put his head around the corner to ask if she would like a game she agreed, now soothed by her searching around in books and doing mindful breathing exercises.

He won the game, which never pleased her very much, but she always liked to play with the words that came from the game. She wondered if this would bridge the gulf between them. Their words, when mixed together gave her the following:

To bridge the gulf between them

Coin is rut error, maze of fir.Ewe is error in ermine. Fix voice of clay, clear out quips, to get a pot of suns.

Pot of Suns

Like their earlier arguments there was not much to the words. She did not want to totally let the earlier arguments go, so she brought it up again, half in apology. He joined his hands between his knees and talked of his mother. She should be blamed for everything, because of her awful lists. Mariah told him not to “speak ill of the dead” as she choked back her laughter.

The end of the argument

His words were laced with the “f” word as he bounced on his chair talking about her Lists. That was the end of that argument.

A pub in Dublin with quotes from Oscar Wilde, Jonathan Swift and others

They went to bed happy with their day, he to dream of being lost and back in “old Dublin,” and of having to be in two places at the same time. She to dream of being held in an evil grip of her own, acknowledging that the struggle for gold involved loss, unrecognizable places and having to be in two places at the same time.The end.

When she, Rose, woke up the next morning she could hardly see straight for the great amount of sleep she had.

Having a cup of tea

Not for tea any more

After enticing herself out of bed with the mirage of a pot of tea and sweet milk and maple syrup and a cigarette, she set herself up with her glasses and computer and her book. She read about the first chakra, where the yogis placed the symbol of a great white elephant, in the pelvic bowl. Breathing was emphasized to connect this lower bowl, in the sacrum, the sacred place, with the higher bowl where the sixth and seventh chakras can be found in the center of the scull. The emphasis was on grounding. She did a little breathing, mindful of a breath that went down to the first chakra and up into her sixth and seventh in her head.

Breathing exercises going in both directions

She felt a wave going up and down her body that made her pause and noticed a feeling of renewal. Her head felt held, her sacrum twitched as her leg straightened. Surely I am glowing, she thought to herself. Nothing unusual showed up on the selfie.

The Selfie

She spent some time taking pictures of doodle drawings that are all over this post. They arose out of her work with family dynamics in her counseling practice. Sometimes a picture paints a thousand words.

Family Dynamics

And if you are interested in a MARI Card reading be sure to leave me a message. I find that my own reading helps me pause. Am I pushing too much red energy into the place of forming and developing when I need to just let things develop in their own time. Am I indulging my emotions at the expense of my health? Will my ambivalence block my errors to bring my wisdom and spiritual quest to others? The cards I chose combined with the colors I placed on the cards are connected to a part of my brain that responds to such shapes and colors and reflect what is going on in my psyche. Their function is to bring me into relation with my unconscious to work toward wholeness.

Many different things in their heads.

If you want to book a session, a reading or get one of my dream booklets, The Dreaming Way, you can be in touch with me through this site. I look forward to hearing from you.

Love from Rose and Happy dreaming.

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Review of Vivir el Dream

Posted on July 12, 2017 by rlongwort

My dear friend Allison Garcia has written a wonderful book called Vivir el Dream.

In it she has demonstrated an outstanding knowledge of her subject, which is the immigration issues in the United States. Allison is a counselor, as well as a writer, by trade. She has listened well and has written us into a story that is not afraid to expose the racial slurs used in the U.S. and to demonstrate the love between her people from other countries.

She has picked up on all the injustices that occur.

There is her heroine, the daughter of a young woman, who came over the desert with her as a baby. The mother is raped but the baby is safe. However this baby does not have papers so she has to go through school as an immigrant without ever being sure of her path. She is one of the dream babies (The Dream Act). Going to college becomes a nightmare for her in spite of wonderful grades.

Her mother has worked very hard and is ignored by the system. She does not have papers, which later is a heartbreak for her. When she left her home country, she was escaping an abusive situation.

The American who is depicted in the story brings in all the bias and cruelty to which the immigrants are subjected. He particularly uses the heroine as someone to talk to but ultimately brings her heartache and betrays her. He becomes that person who goes back into the woodwork, and is not held accountable for his crimes.

Allison also shows what it is like for an immigrant to have to go back to the country of origin, without the language or support system, just because we here in USA feel like we can do this to another human being after the dream babies have been here all their lives, up to adults.

I was very pleased to have this book, as it helped me understand the whole cultural issue connected to being immigrant in the States, including the work they do, the roles they fulfill for the rest of us.

I was lucky enough to come here as an immigrant with papers. I am lucky to have found my place here. I do long to go back at times, and I can travel back but this is the place for me. I am sure that many of those who are here from other countries, working so hard, for little pay, deserve better and the rest of us should put some umph into making sure they are treated the best. Allison has put her umph into explaining what is at stake for us as well as the immigrants.

Find Allison’s book on Amazon here: http://a.co/1EAz4ml

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The Day of the Dead – Cemetery Sunday in Ireland

Posted on July 11, 2017 by rlongwort

Visiting the graveyard with my sister Teresa Wells from England

This week I came across some excerpts from the Tibetan Book of the Dead. My mother got this book, on a tape, after she was declared legally blind. She did not care for my clumsy conversation about death, some twenty years before her own, and said “go along out of that” one of her favorite phrases to say. She would hear no more from me on that subject. I am encouraged to find this book for myself to read it now as I will soon be the age she was when she read it. It talks of Light, Holy Ones, Hidden places, Gates and Temples, about the journey as a soul, through to our inner holy selves.

The black horse and carriages in Dayton Virginia are always so lovely to see. The white ducks of Dayton are also to be seen in the water there (Cooks Creek.)

My one Sunday in Ireland coincided with Cemetery Sunday. All the graves are worked on and look perfect for the outdoor mass in the afternoon. My great grandmother, Catherine Plunkett, is buried there under the “third window,” nobody having any other information about the exact location of her grave.

Cemetery Sunday in Ireland

My father, mother and my mother’s parents are also buried there near the third window in a marked grave, kept beautiful by my sister in law, complete with names and head stone and flowers in a diamond shape in the center, with roses growing there.

The top of the grave is reinforced and there are pebbles of a bright color scattered on top. The roses were about to bloom.

My maternal grandfather, who died of the “black flu” while his daughter, my mother, Teresa grew in his wife’s womb, is buried there also. My sister Mary secured a fine spot at the end of the graveyard, the result of some negotiations, for an expat, coming back to be buried in her home parish.

Cnoc Casta (Hill of Casta) as painted by my nephew Mark Longworth. l love to have this painting.

She lived there for the last months of her life. Her grave is overlooking farmland and the Cnoc Casta.

Hill of Casta from the end of the graveyard and also the field we traversed when going home by “the fields” from school.

If she was able to sit up on the grave she would see the path, out into the field from the graveyard, over the two streams, and walk home that way, as she often did from school. It is through bogland and was always spongy and cushioned and full of trees, hedges and wild things. She was always full of stories about who bossed whom around as children and who was mean to whom. Sometimes she managed to be the leader of the pack.

Sometimes the land could be a bit wet and spongy so we learned to avoid it after rain.

Mary’s untimely death, in her fifties, from a glioblastoma, cancer of the brain, could not be stopped by operation or radiation. When she called me in April, to tell me about her cancer diagnosis, she told me, that the previous January, 2014, she got the distinct feeling that she had completed everything she needed to do on the earth. She was buried in January 2015. There is a lovely photograph on her on her tombstone showing her youth and beauty.

Many of the old evergreens in the graveyard, have been taken down recently and one was carved into the image of Jesus and St Thomas, with the latter reaching into the side of Jesus. Jesus looks like he finds it all amusing. The name of the church is “St Thomas’ Rosemount Church.”

The humorous face of Jesus as St Thomas investigates his side

The open air Mass, with the whole parish assembled, on “Cemetery Sunday” and people from other places coming to acknowledge and pray for the ancestors also, on a sunny day was a grounding experience, as my brother and I sat on the grave of my mother and father. We were joined by another family as the outer border of our grave was good to sit on. Other family members sat at Mary’s grave.

The bees tail is just visible in an upper bloom. Bees have mastered gravity. Their wings steer them around.

Fair flowers at the Arboretum

The priest did two rituals at the end of mass. The first was to bless the graves and ritually scattering Holy Water, in all the directions, on all sides of the church, over the graves. He was accompanied by a Carmelite priest. There was also a singer who sang us through the ceremonies in a beautiful voice.

Words by William Butler Yates on one of the graves.

The second ritual involved the priest “Father Tony,” going around the graveyard with the Monstrance, a large circular object, silver spiking out from the center, in all four directions, with the white host in the center, looking even brighter in the sun. He made a point of standing before all the small groups, individually, blessing them as he made the sign of the cross with the monstrance.

Cemetery Sunday in Ireland

I felt he sent out holy energy as he did this and I felt personally included and blessed. I appreciated being there and having him take this time to be the priest, to bless the graves and to bless the crowd. It was a perfect day for a picnic, or a covered dish, but this is not the Irish way. Afterwards all my family went back to our family home and had a lovely “tea” made by Norah Longworth, my sister in law. The day of the Dead is over for another year.

A mandala drawn to go with a MARI Card Reading.

This weekend I am completing my training on the MARI Cards in Cleveland, Ohio. The MARI cards are a psychoanalytic tool which stands for Mandala Assessment Research Instrument. You can look up more details on this site. A Mari card reading leans into the unconscious, to pull out where the person is on the round of life. It also brings out many questions, which help the person see their own blocks, ways to get past them and also how to use the strengths they have. You can book a reading anytime.

Mari Card Board with cards laid out

Nine cards are chosen by client

Have a great week. Love from Rose.

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Karma

Posted on July 3, 2017 by rlongwort

“Know the known and the unknown now.” Four of the above words include the word “now” which is connected to mindfulness. What is known and unknown about Karma has my attention this week because of my friend’s comment on face book. He said that 30% of what happens to you is “random s…,” to which I responded, “Oh, no it is not.”

Random or is it Orion’s Belt depicted in stone

I will start with the Our Father and the lines relating to Karma and Debts.“Forgive us our Debts as we forgive our debtors.” The real debt involves our forgetting who we are, so we have to ask God to forgive us for forgetting that we are spiritual beings. Who are we before time began? If you take away time, we are that “I am that I am,” which means we started out as one with God, and we should not forget we are on a journey back there, carrying with us, all that can be learned from this little blue planet until we are filled up with love.

The other real debt is that we forget that everyone else is a spiritual being, also, on the way back to God. From a spiritual point of view, we are here to help them, our debtors, back to the creator and to have that in mind in our dealings with others. We forget we are all in this together. It becomes a debt if we want to inflict something on them. Jesus on the way of the Cross said “Father forgive them, for they know not what they are doing.” The idea is not to get even but to get back, all of us, to the dimension where God and Love dwell. “Heaven is here now.”

From my art class JMU days

Most people seem to accept Karma as real. It is not an implement we can wield but a fact of life, one of those little laws that come to visit, forgets to go home. Jesus said, “You reap what you sow.” Say for instance you got the upper hand, as a person or community, or as a country, at another time, or now, lorded over the other, so there is debt created. Anytime that we make amends, recognized the other in Spirit, then the debt is paid. Developing a spiritual life that has as its core your development and theirs as spiritual beings makes amends.

My mentor (RIP) said that in a past life she blinded herself, so she could be with God alone and avoid the outside world. In this life she got an infection that affected her eyesight. The violence of blinding herself with burning coals came back to her, as a dream. She felt that she suffered from that act of violence, by being blind in one eye and having issues in the other one in this life.

Mentors are wonderful people to have in your life

Being on the spiritual path demands a movement into being psychic, about where we came from, where we are going. The memories found in our intuitions, our dreams and our meditations, will be brought to our remembrance, so we can accept the karma, remember the injustices and release ourselves into grace.

A door of light

I will make you a pillar

And on that stone a new name given

The answers that come from the study of Revelations brings us to the words “Hold fast till I come” meaning that if I do not react to debts, but bring myself to kneel and accept I will receive help. In fact we are promised “I will give you a white stone, and on that stone a new name given.” A name that is that representation of all we have pulled together in ourselves relating to our oneness with God. “I will make you into a pillar in my house” is another promise. There is great strength in being a pillar, taking the right path of forgiving and asking to be forgiven for our lapse into the ego denseness of fight and flight and into the idea of that “30% is random s…” and into the idea that we are nothing but…and into the idea that we are here on earth for gain.

Light into the passage at Knowth in Ireland

What do I really want for the people who annoy me, accuse me? Could I see them holding hands, dressed in blue, finding their way into love? Could I pull down the blue of the sky and the light to give them a wonderful softness in which to go forward, see that opaqueness, opalescence that is in the center of them?

God’s prayers for us.

And there are marvelous prayers to be sung for others; “May you well, may you be happy, may you safe and may you be at ease.” And the “Guru” word that wishes the other “From Darkness to Light” and the one I got from Maria Prytula, another mentor of mine, now passed on, “He is thine, as I am thine, Let there be peace between us.” Spiritual texts from all our religions are littered with such prayers if you have a mind to find them.

Section depicting the storm at sea. From the stain glass window in Ballinahaun, Westmeath Ireland

Sitting down with the help of a mentor, specifically to look at the dreams, to get intuitions about who we are, and to see how we are forgetting ourselves, will be helpful. It is what I like to do. I am a counselor with intentions to be helpful, to look behind the door or the mirror.

A door of light

Light into the passage

Highup door

Through the doorway

Window through doorway

I have my new dream books available. There are dream leaflets spirally bound and the price includes a ten-minute review with me, of your first dream put into the leaflet. It can be in person or over phone. Let me know where to send the Dreamer’s Way Booklet. You can contact me privately though this site. I look forward to hearing from you. All love surround you. Love from Rose.

Love from Rose

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